Jian Yong lived with another gentleman who was hired. Before entering the house, you could hear Jian Yong's hearty laughter.

"Brother Xianhe, it's getting late, let's go have breakfast."

"Oh, it's Xuande, I'll come right away." Jian Yong heard the sound and moved, and the three of them walked towards the cafeteria together.

"Look, they are so strange." Zhang Fei pointed at a group of people doing exercises on the playground and said.

There were about twenty or thirty people in this group, sometimes jumping and sometimes waving their hands and feet, looking very funny.

"That one is called Wu Qin Xi, and it is said to have been taught by the Chinese miracle doctor." Jian Yong took a look and explained.

"Xianhe seems to know a lot?"

"I've been sleeping all day, what else do I don't know about?" Jian Yong looked indifferent.

"Then tell me, what do you know?" Zhang Fei looked at Jian Yong's face and felt a little unhappy.

"Let's talk about our clothes first. Have you noticed that the patterns on our clothes are different? There is a blue ribbon on the collar of your clothes and mine, which means we are teachers.

Those without ribbons are ordinary farmers or family members, those with yellow ribbons are craftsmen, those with black ribbons are guards, those with green ribbons are support staff, and those with red ribbons are the earliest followers of Mr. Ma, who can also be regarded as officials in this place."

"I see, that's why he asked us to wear their clothes." Liu Bei looked at the clothes, cuffs, and collars with silk stripes. At first, Liu Bei thought they were decorations, but he didn't expect that they could also be used to identify one's identity.

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"Yes, once they open it like this, even if an outsider wants to sneak in and get the clothes in time, people with different clothes will have their own usual activity areas. For example, a farmer suddenly appears in the military camp, and a guard appears in the school.

It will be easily exposed. Mr. Ma is very careful, and he doesn't know what secrets are hidden in that valley." Jian Yong glanced at the valley to the north, his eyes full of curiosity.

"Hey...you guys are saying that this Mr. Ma is weird and weird. Is he making elixirs there?" Zhang Fei said with a serious face. "I heard people say before that those gods like to find places like valleys."

Take the elixir."

"Yide, don't talk nonsense. I think Mr. Ma is a decent man, and he has a lot of disdain for gods and ghosts in his words.

As for the valley, I guess it is their secret. Didn’t Brother Deng Qing say it before? Mr. Ma is good at the art of Qimen Dunjia and can turn decay into magic. This toothpaste and soap are all created by him.

The valley is where these two things are made."

"That's what I said, when we get to the cafeteria, I want to eat ten big buns today!" Zhang Fei said and rushed to the place where the dinner plates were taken, took three dinner plates and gave them to Liu Bei and Jian Yong.

"You're not afraid to hold on until."

"I can't stand it. The buns in this cafeteria are so delicious! I'll ask my cook to try making them when I get back."

"Well, this food called steamed buns is indeed delicious." Liu Bei said, feeling a little greedy. He had not eaten anything good since returning from Luoyang.

"One two three! One two three four!!"

A shout came, and Liu Bei and the other three looked for the sound, and saw Xian Yufu, whom they had seen before, running with his team.

"Isn't that Mr. Ma? He is also in there."

"This is a morning run. Mr. Ma has stipulated that all black guards must get up and run around the entire camp five times before eating. He himself sets an example and never slacks off."

"Ah? Get up and go for a run first, and then pass by the cafeteria. Isn't this because you are greedy?" Zhang Fei said in confusion.

"Mr. Ma is running with him, who dares to say he doesn't want to?"

Liu Bei thought for a moment and sighed, "He leads the way and has a spirit of perseverance. Mr. Ma is really a very good person."

Zhang Fei looked puzzled. He said that he had read a lot of books, and his handwriting was more beautiful than Liu Bei and Jian Yong. But Zhang Fei couldn't find any truth from these daily life. In his words

In other words, what principle is better than the principle of fists?

"Cook, I want five meat buns, three pickled pork buns, and two vegetable buns!" Zhang Fei took the dinner plate and looked at the mountain-like cage behind Gao Yu, and shouted with his hands.

"I want ten too! Five meat buns, three pickled pork buns, and two vegetable buns!" A little fat man also shouted, holding up a dinner plate.

"You two are not afraid of dying! Bring me the points sign."

"Give!"

Zhang Fei and the little fat man looked at each other, and there was a faint spark in their sights.

"Ten, don't waste our Red Star Camp stuff."

"I think it's you who is the bastard, don't you feel sorry for me?" Zhang Fei smiled and snorted.

"Would you like to have a competition to see who eats more!"

"It's a competition! If you lose, you'll be a bear!"

"Okay, the loser is the bear!!"

This little fat guy is naturally Dasong Village’s favorite Yueyang.

Liu Bei couldn't laugh or cry as he watched the two men bring a lot of steamed buns, then sat across from them and started eating them in comparison.

"Yide is so childish."

Anyway, it was just about eating, so Liu Bei didn't bother to worry about it, as long as it didn't delay class.

"You...you can really eat it. What's your name?"

"My... my name is Zhang Fei... ugh!!!"

"My... my name is Yue... Yueyang... ugh!!"

"Don't waste it! It's true, we've only had a few good days, and starting tomorrow I'll have a purchase restriction here. I'm so angry!" Gao Yu looked at Zhang Fei and vomited all over the floor, and was so angry that he wanted to throw something.

Who are they?

Liu Bei and Jian Yong helped Zhang Fei clean up with great difficulty, and then they went to the school to report.

"It's too much to be late on the first day!"

Before he entered the school, Liu Bei heard the roar of an old man. He could only lower his head and carefully approach the gathering place for the reports mentioned earlier.

In addition to the three of them, more than a dozen people have already arrived.

"Are you Liu Bei, Zhang Fei and Jian Yong? On the first day of school, none of the students were late, but all of you were late. Are you prepared to set an example for others like this?" The old man said with an unhappy look on his face, stroking his beard.

If Ma Lang hadn't specifically asked me to take care of the three of you, I would have really wanted to send you three away! Stand over here!"

Liu Bei and the other three knew that it was their own fault for being late, so they did not dare to speak and stood aside obediently.

"Okay, let me introduce myself first. My surname is Guo Mingping, and I am the principal of this school for the time being. I will send you the teaching materials first. These are all the things you will be taught this month."

Guo Ping waved his hand, and two young men wearing red silk handheld a stack of books and handed them out.

These books are all made of paper, using high-quality paper, and are expensive.

Ma Qiang has not yet come up with the improved papermaking technology, because Youzhou is really not suitable for papermaking, and the cheapest bamboo for papermaking is not available in Youzhou.

Papermaking uses either bamboo or bark. If you want to use the tree itself, please click on the water-powered mill technology tree first.

It is not difficult for Ma Qiang to build a water-powered mill, but the river in the Red Star Valley does not meet the conditions for such a mill.
Chapter completed!